Timmy Time Hide and Slide

His sphincter clamped on her digging finger as he came, increasing his pleasure. "Oh, yes!" Martha groaned, shoving her cunt down on his spurting cock. She could feel every surge of his fat prick throbbed in her tightening pussy, and she loved it. After letting his now-limp cock soak in the beat of their mingled juices she slowly worked herself off him. "Ohhh, shit," she muttered as his cum drooled from her gaping cunt. Most of it landed on Bob's belly. He looked up at her. "Lunch time," he said. "Come and get it." Martha smiled, went to her knees and bent over him. He smiled as she lapped furiously at the warm jism dotting his stomach. CHAPTER SEVEN Two days later Ann and Bob pulled up in front of Bob's country home. Bob missed Mrs. Blumfeldt already, but sitting next to his mother during the long ride hadn't been too difficult a chore. Every time she hit a bump in the road, her tits bounced, and Bob was having a hard time hiding his stiff prick. He thought bout sliding his hand under her skirt and running a finger in her hairy cunt ...»